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If only Sunday happened every day We're both excited as we rise and rouse These mornings feel more intimate than most Outside the Sunday paper lies in wait Inserted in a blue and poly sheeth I lay it at the hearth where she reclines The Sunday crossword puzzle draws us near Entwined we share the facts and solve the clues Each answer gives a little rush of joy Across and down unraveling every inch Until the puzzle's boxes are all filled Sometimes it goes much faster than I want But other days to finish drains us both.